SOOKIE AND HADLEY: BLOOD SISTERS

Chapter Fourteen, Letting Go

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"We never did go to Bon Temp's after we got back from Dallas the first time. I need to make peace before I can move on completely, I'll understand if you don't want to come with me," I smiled awkwardly.

I needed to do this. I needed to see the monsters were just shadow's, I needed to see the only place I had ever called home, before I could truly call another place that. I needed to see the place I vowed I'd never see again. I needed to say goodbye to my Gran properly and bury some of my hate and anger to free myself.

"I'll drive, it will give me something to concentrate on," Hadley said.

We took the Escalade, it was Pam's but she let us drive it. We drove in total silence, soon we found ourselves on the drive to Humming bird road. The drive looked new, gone where the pot hole's from when we lived there. Pulling up outside the house, we both stepped out with looks of awe. The house looked amazing a lot of love had been lavished on the old house. The garden was full of pretty flowers in pinks, lilac's and yellow's. Morning glory trailed up the railings and over the step's leading to the front door, a burst of trumpets standing to attention in the sunlight.

There were children's toys in the garden, a slide, some football's, some hula hoops. Hanging from one of the trees was a tree swing.

The house stood proud and bright white against the background of trees. I felt Hadley's hand force its way into mine. Dumb struck I swallowed back a lump, but the weight of Hadley's emotion's had my barrier's crashing down.

"It's so beautiful," sobbed Hadley, "Oh Gran!" she was thinking how much Gran would have loved it, but was unable to form the words in the choking tide of tears which fell from her baby blue eyes.

"No one's home," I forced out having scanned the house with my telepathy. Putting my arm round Hadley we climb the step's. She was wondering if a family lived here. But when we looked in the windows, it looked like someone had began to move in but was only half way through.

We must have sat on the porch swing for a good hour, just rocking back and forth, listening to the birds outside and the rise and fall of our chests. 'Let's see Gran' I sent to Hadley removing her head from my lap. Hand in hand we walked to the grave yard, as I opened the gate we let go of each other.

Walking up and down the rows, I stopped at my families headstones; my Dad, Mom and my brother. Only there wasn't anything under the marker for my brother. I brushed the dirt off the graves, lay myself over them. I cried for them, I released the hurt; that I had been too strange for my parent's to fully accept. I forgave my brother for ratting me out, oh how I had wished I had been in that car too. People said I was lucky. Lucky. I wasn't lucky, I survived. Now finally, I could find some peace. Not lucky, just a survivor. Now I had a new family.

A few grave's along Hadley beat her fist's, finally acknowledging the anger she had long ago buried deep inside her towards her mom. Why did she have to smoke? Maybe if she didn't she wouldn't have left Hadley when she died of lung cancer. Her knuckles scrapped, she let out a huge ragged sob, then another. On our knee's we crawled and met in the middle. Holding each other; we cried for the life that was stolen from us, we cried for all the people taken from us and finally we cried for all the bad and horrible things done to us. Releasing and freeing ourselves.

I sat on the grave of the only parent figure who had truly loved me and accepted me. I sobbed gut wrenching sobs. When there was no more tears, we dried cried. Not breathing, then taking in mouth full's of air so our chest's rattled in dry sobs. I clung on to my cousin, my blood sister, my only constant. I was reminded God doesn't send you a life you can't handle, but it's up to you to find the way. Hadley, who hadn't even been my friend when I was real little, had been my way. The thing that kept me going, we'd saved each other.

The rattle's of ragged breathing grew further and further apart. The next thing I knew I was being wrapped up in a warm blanket. I tried to open my eyes but there were so puffy.

"It's okay, we have you, we are your family now, let us take care of you," I allow my body to go slack, in the strong arm's.

I felt like I was in a car, then carried, placed somewhere soft, picked up again. "Sookie, I am going to give you a bath, you are very cold we need to warm you up,"

"Had-ley," my dry mouth was barely able to expel.

"Pam, has her, she's safe."

I nodded. Eric gently slipped me out of my clothes, lifted me up and placed me in the bath it was only then I realised Eric was in there with me. The water was stinging against my cold skin. Eric said nothing, he just held me. I turned in his arms so I was sitting across his lap, one side of the body leaning against his chest, my head tuck under his chin and his long arms encased around me. You know your cold when your skin registers the Vampire as warm. We sat like that for a long time, long enough for the hot water needing to be topped up.

I am sure Eric must be fed up of my emotional melt down's by now. Surely I am more trouble than I am worth. "You went to your Grans home," Eric finally spoke, pulling me out of my head trip.

"How did you know?" I replied.

"We have known since you came to live with us, we just figured you'd talk about it when you were ready."

"I don't know if it was such a good idea. I feel like I've just ripped off a really big scab, then poked a stick in it and now I am wondering why it's bleeding," I sighed.

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me," Eric said waggling his eyebrows. Bless him, bless you Eric Northman. I laughed silently.

"I don't like having feelings," Eric suddenly said.

"Amen to that," I replied.

Eric sniggered, "You really would make the most excellent Vampire," he commented.

"Ya, coz y'all about the emotional breakdown's, I could see how I would fit right in," I sniffed.

Eric chuckled, "You are ruthless, when you protect the ones you care about, you never give up when others would have done so long ago. You are smart, loyal and fierce. You are a perfect balance of beauty and brains. Any Vampire would be honoured to call you child. I would be proud to call you child."

"I am sure I look a real beauty just now, with my red nose and puffy eyes, I'll be winning all the contests." If I hadn't been so wrapped up in myself, I might have spotted what Eric just said, but I didn't.

"It's not a look I enjoy on you," Eric with his brutal honesty. I smiled. You've gotta love it.

Eric picked up the shampoo and washed my hair, then conditioned it. I sat and drew my knees close to me draping my arms over them. He then washed my back, arms and legs he could get to without moving me. I rested my head on my knees. Eric washed his own hair and body.

Then he rose out of the bath, a move which totally surprised me. The surprise must have been written all over my face. Eric wrapped himself in a large bath sheet and took another towel for his hair. I must have still been staring.

"What?"

"Who are you and what have you done with Eric Northman?" I asked, still not quite believing it.

"What do you mean?" he asked drying his hair. God he had the most beautiful body. It was like he was a big ol' magnet and my eyes metal. I swallowed.

"You've got me naked in a bath and you don't even try and kiss me, finally given up huh?"

"I want you Sookie... to yield to me, I yearn for it, I could have you tonight but it would only be because you seek comfort not because you are giving yourself to me. When I have you it will be completely, comfort I can give you without sex," he left me sitting in the bath, in a state of shock. I was trying to be mad at him for being so cocky but he was right, I would have had sex with him tonight, I wanted him. Then I would have been mad as hell tomorrow. When did he start to get me?

Eric shouted through from the bedroom he had a hot meal for me and he was going to put the fire on in the living room, just to come down when I was ready. I took myself out of the bath, dried myself off. My PJ's were laid out for me on the bed as well as big bed socks and a dressing gown. God I hate him, why does he have to be so good to me? I wanted him, I wanted to feel his lips on mine. Damn it.

In the living room on the coffee table was a meal set out for me, mashed potatoes creamed corn and roast chicken all covered in gravy with biscuits. Yum, comfort food. Why did he have to be so perfect, should have gone to stay with Godric. Urgh. He's not much better either, he got rid of Jet for me, my mind added.

Eric came through the door way with a bottle of blood in his hand and a soda for me. "Thanks this is great," I pointed at my meal. "You don't want something better than that?" I asked Eric pointing my fork in the direction of his blood.

He chuckled, "I am a thousand years old, it affords me more control than most, but it's not endless. My sweet Sookie, I'll stick to bottle blood for tonight."

He smirked, "what are the chances of seeing Hadley and Pam tonight do you think?"

"Slim to none, Hadley has a serious case of 'in lust,'" I smiled, scooping a big fork full of stodgy goodness.

"Tell me what's been happening at the Bar?" I asked as I ate kneeling in front of the coffee table, Eric lounged on the couch like a big cat.

"Don't know why but Pam and I found the vermin more boring than usual," he began then he told me about a few problems they had, had.

"Are you really the 'Angel of death'?" Eric asked after a lull in the conversation, his gaze intense.

"You mean in biblical terms?" I smiled, playing with him.

"You know what I mean?" he almost snapped.

"Yes," I made myself meet his eyes.

"That would have made you twelve, the first time you left your calling card," Eric spoke softly as if not to spook me.

"I was eleven and some change, I killed fourteen in one night, I just kept shooting till there was nothing left with some of them," I whispered, not meeting his eyes.

"Why the white feather, may I ask?"

"It's a really long story, lots of seemingly unrelated factors. It boils down to; I was very lost and I believed God spoke to me, so I began leaving a white feathers, it was the press that coin the phrase 'Angel of death.' The first revenge I took, the police and papers thought it was a mob hit. I never got the credit for it, not that I wanted it," I shuddered at the thought of them calling me a little Angel untouched they had said, the men I had killed. They had stolen from me something that could never be replaced. Ironic for them, that the press had come to call me the Angel of death. One of America's most wanted serial killers, only they weren't looking too hard because the only ones that wound up dead had wrap sheet's so long it made war and peace look like a short story.

"Did God talk to you?"

"I don't think so... now. I think it was my total and utter need for revenge, my need to be in control, in a life that was out of control," I said matter of factly. "May be he did who knows... How do you do that?"

"Do what?" Eric asked.

"Get me to talk about stuff, I don't want to talk about," I said looking up at him.

"I would say my boyish good looks and charming smile. But I am all Vampire," he looked thoughtful.

"I think Godric has the market cornered on boyish good looks," I giggled.

"Why didn't you, contact him when you were in Dallas?" Eric asked.

"Some stuff you just got to do on your own. I wanted too but, I doubt I would have got any killing done if I did. I needed to send a message," I stare at the fire.

"What message was that, little one?"

"That nobody takes a hit on me and my friends and lives, the Angel of death will come for you if you do. If you have a legend you might as well use it, even if it is just an urban one."

"Come here," Eric instructed. I moved over to where he was lying, lay down beside him on the huge leather couch.

"Tell me what it is like being a Vampire? Do you remember what it was like when Godric first turned you?" I asked and for the next while, I lay and listened to Eric as he talked about all the places he's seen, what it was like being a Vampire.

After the fourth yawn, Eric insisted he carry me to bed, I insisted I could walk, he won. "Thank you, I am sorry I am such a pain in the ass."

"I am beginning to think you have a thing for my ass, lover" Eric smirked-ass. I pulled Eric down and kissed him, I cupped his beautiful face in my hands.

"What was that for?" Eric asked.

"For being you," I laughed. Eric snuggled into me and held my hand and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Content I was home.

The next night I woke to moaning, "Oh Sookie that was the best fuck I have ever had, don't tell Hadley but you can do me anytime you like, god your good. Mmm," Pam said nipping at my neck. Having just woken up I was still plenty sleep dazed, I padded around the bed, hitting Pam's soft form. Shit. Quickly snatching my hand back. Shit. My mind raced, what had happened? Oh my God, I felt so dazed and confused...

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